Springtime in Wilton

Trevor has had a big week. He spoke his own name for the first time, and seems to understand that "Tev-ah" is him! He points to himself, and understands that Trevor is the "good boy."

The words are coming very quickly now...bench, geese (a favorite for a few weeks now), slide, bucket, on, in, want, muffin, Sienna, and so on.

He continues his serious love affair with pizza -- like his old man -- and we had a fun night out last night while Mom had dinner in NYC with Beth.

Easter 2009

Had a great weekend in Tarrytown with Gigi & Grandaddy, Aunt Jeanne and Uncle Mac, Griffin and Sophia. We had an indoor egg hunt (Saturday) and an outdoor hunt (Sunday, just family). I played with Mac and Griffin and had a great time. I am talking up a storm these days. New words include "Panda," "Dirty," and "Hockey."

17 Months!

Trevor turned 17 months -- February 2009.

I love my new playroom!

Trevor enjoys the space and the light in his new playroom in CT.

Sledding December 2008

Sledding December 2008

Sledding, December 2008

Connecticut

We landed in Wilton, CT in November and we were under snow for months. Trev has taken to life in the suburbs, life in daycare, and is excited to adopt his new hometown.

We are winding down our time in Brooklyn, with sadness, and excitement for the prospects that await in Wilton. Trevor has loved Cobble Hill, its parks, its streets, its people, and its dogs. Here are some pictures from the fall of 2008 in Brooklyn -- including Halloween! Most people thought our little bear was a sheep.

Patriot Leaguer

So, you see, both Mommy and Daddy went to schools in the Patriot League. Mom (and even Grandma Cally and my Grandfather Warren) went to Bucknell. Dad went to Colgate. I am going to get a lot of cool Patriot League gear as a result.

Trevor is turning eight months tomorrow, or 2/3rds of a year. Amazing. He is jolly, smiley, and happy. He is starting to sleep more soundly through the night, only waking two or three times a night for his pacifier, and not the six to eight times that we had cycled through. He eats well. A bottle and jarred food around 7am, bottle at 11, bottle at 3, and bottle and jarred food around 7pm. He is obsessed with "crawling" over to the door to the deck and observing his kingdom. He slides along the floor, but seems poised to rise to his knees, and would love to pull himself up. He is madly in love with Winsome, who has been kind, dedicated, and loving right back to him. We have one happy little boy and we feel lucky for it.